When the Brilliant Dynasty and the Great Li Imperial City were in turmoil and extremely lively.
The Dao Mountain Peak was also extremely turbulent, not to be outdone.
A group of geniuses were fighting here, unlike the harmonious battle last time. The shouts from both sides shook the heavens, and if it weren't for the protection of the Half-Saint, a large number of them would have died.
This is a struggle between factions, and also a battle for interests. Both sides' geniuses want the best opportunities to grow rapidly and become the backbone of their respective sides.
Ultimately, there weren't enough benefits to go around.
The Half-Saint in the clouds looked down at these scenes, watching the geniuses fighting to the death, and sighed softly.
"This is the true world of Martial Dao; it's never stagnant, it's always been filled with the clash of swords."
Another neutral Half-Saint said that he had learned of the astonishing news from the Close to the Dao Cave Mansion from the Imperial City, and he had a premonition that the brief peace of the Great Li would be broken, and that bloodshed and chaos would be inevitable in the future.
While the external situation was changing rapidly, the scene within Dao Mountain was quite different.
In the quiet meadow, a butterfly flutters its wings. It shimmers with light, and runes are Runes visible on its surface. Although it is carved from wood, it is indistinguishable from a real butterfly. Its movements are light and graceful when it flutters its wings, and it also has a sense of perception. Once it senses danger, it will nimbly dodge.
"Don't run."
A soft, sweet voice suddenly came, startling the butterfly, which fluttered its wings and flew away.
Then, a little guy ran onto the grass with his short legs.
The little one is about three years old, with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, and bright, sparkling eyes like black gemstones. He has thick, slightly curly long hair, like a porcelain doll.
She wore a carefully tailored little dress, running around here, lively and energetic, chasing butterflies.
Even if he couldn't catch up, the little guy was happy enough, and laughter rang out from time to time.
Thump!
Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy erupted.
The little girl, bewildered but impressed, reached out her small hand to grab the butterfly, only to be caught by a slender, jade-like hand and lifted into the air.
"My butterfly!"
The little one was furious; she was about to catch him.
She couldn't help but turn around and call out to the beautiful woman with a wronged expression, "Mother~"
"We'll catch them next time."
Chen Qingyan looked at the adorable little guy with doting eyes.
Then, before the little one could protest, they had already carried him back into the palace.
This place has changed dramatically; it now features not only a small garden but also swings and a rocking horse.
Chen Qingyan put the little one down here and said, "Don't go out for now, just play here."
"No, no." The little girl was reluctant; it was a small toy her father had just made for her, and she hadn't had enough of playing with it yet.
"Sweetie, your father is practicing his martial arts breakthrough; if you go out, he'll be distracted."
Chen Qingyan pinched the little one's cheeks, unable to put them down, and thought raising a daughter was quite fun.
"Okay." The little girl had no choice but to obediently agree, and then she spoke again:
"Mom, Xiaorou hasn't played in the lake for a long time."
"No need to go," Chen Qingyan said. Her daughter inherited her bloodline, making her a more Incompleteness Water type Innate Sacred Body.
However, Jiang Yirou had been soaking in the Innate Spiritual Spring since childhood, and not long ago, she had already replenished her entire constitution.
"His physique is pure and clean, possessing a unique vitality."
Chen Qingyan picked up her daughter's little arm and examined the Runes flowing beneath her flesh.
It seems that the daughter has also inherited some of her father's bloodline, and if she embarks on the path of Martial Dao in the future, her talent should be even stronger than hers.
"I'm going to find my father!" Jiang Yirou ran towards the Quiet room, but Chen Qingyan grabbed her.
Chen Qingyan was helpless. She had just said that Jiang Ping was practicing martial arts, but the little guy turned around and forgot, wanting to find his father.
Or perhaps it was simply too desolate here. Her daughter had only been with her parents since birth, never experiencing the real world, and there wasn't even a proper food supply. This made her feel a pang of sadness, pity, and guilt.
"We're coming back soon," Chen Qingyan murmured. She hadn't seen her parents and uncles in a long time.
Boom!
At that moment, a deafening noise came, and Chen Qingyan immediately used Wonderful Method to cover her daughter's ears and carried her back into the house.
At this moment, Jiang Ping appeared in mid-air. He sat cross-legged, bathed in light and rain, with a magnificent and contrasting scene appearing behind him, as if Mountains and Rivers had been overturned and reshaped.
Sulfuric acid!
His body trembled slightly, as if a world-shaking sword light had manifested in the world. The Saber Intent in all directions exploded instantly, Essence of All Things roared violently.
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted, and the Dao Rhythm intertwined, suddenly appearing here like lightning, dense and eerie. They fell, bombarding Jiang Ping's physical body.
In an instant, a muffled thud occurred, loud and continuous.
Jiang Ping trembled slightly, feeling as if his body was being torn apart, his bones were shattered, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
When he broke through to the Half-Saint, what would be a perilous and arduous journey for other geniuses, he enjoyed.
But that's no longer possible. Breaking through to the Martial Saint realm is extremely difficult; it requires physically resisting the Dao Rhythm.
The power of the Dao Rhythm is not gentle and tranquil, but rather extremely violent and terrifying. It requires Heavenly Pass during calamities to complete the Baptism.
Moreover, it is the Supreme Life-Death Dao, and the calamities there are many times more terrifying.
Of course, Jiang Ping had experience with this; it wasn't the first time he had broken through the barrier in this way.
This is his third attempt to break through the Martial Saint Third Heaven Gate!!
Click!
Like three thousand bolts of Purple Lightning falling simultaneously, Jiang Ping's body was cracking, but he survived. A large amount of Rhythm Force washed over his body, reshaping his physical form and making him even stronger. Even his Spiritual power improved slightly.
Thump!
He simply sat there cross-legged, without emitting a trace of power, yet he could cause a dramatic change in space, affecting the surrounding things and drawing them in with an inexplicable force.
Ancient trees hundreds of feet tall were uprooted, and boulders weighing hundreds of thousands of kilograms floated up as lightly as feathers, swirling around Jiang Ping.
Bang!
Before Jiang Ping could catch his breath and compose himself, the power of the Dao Rhythm reappeared, accompanied by earth-shattering fluctuations.
The cycle of Withering and Blooming reappears; all things are undergoing Samsara.
Jiang Ping has been robbed again. This process of forcibly grasping the power of the Dao Rhythm to break through a barrier is not easy.
Of course, he pulled through again, always holding onto the mindset that his pain made him stronger.
If one cannot become stronger, how can one return with a posture of revenge?
It went very smoothly. As time passed, Jiang Ping's breakthrough was nearing its end. He became increasingly divine, with black hair like a waterfall and a face like jade. He still looked young and full of vigor, not at all like a middle-aged man approaching thirty with a daughter.
His strength is now far greater than before, and if he were to return to the mortal world, he could face all enemies with ease and would no longer have to worry about being intercepted Obstruction of the Path on his path.
Half a day later, Jiang Ping broke through the barrier and stood firm in the Third Heaven level of the Martial Saint realm.
"Father!"
Jiang Ping had just returned to the palace gate when he heard a gasp.
The little guy, with his pigtails and short legs, happily rushed towards him.
Jiang Ping suddenly lost his martial saintly majesty and holiness, his eyes filled with loving kindness and paternal radiance.
Chen Qingyan came out of the house and looked at the warm scene between the father and daughter.
She asked:
"When can you leave? Your daughter needs to learn to read and study; she can't stay here forever."
In fact, Chen Qingyan has been teaching her daughter to write, and she can already recite the Four Books and Five Classics.
However, Jiang Yirou ultimately needs a normal life; she can't truly grow up here. She needs to see the real light.